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So you thought
I was gonna change my
So are you saying Todd?

To all you bitches, hoes, and all shit
Here's another rap that I'm to spit
It goes like this, my name is
I'm shit up like never before

slaps, makin' snaps
Cold cash and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's I'm from
The city the boys say you don't want none

But if you do, I'm gonna you this
Trues and vogues really shit
Wanna roll so hard, all of the
You and that bitch playin' Too $hort

If you ask me, it's all about, I'll say it's about that money
But if you ask me, you have some, I'll say it doesn't concern me
Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"

I said, what are you doin' in the White
If not sellin' cocaine?
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I she'll spit that game
Like one night, she came to my house, and me a blow job
She my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob

What is Life is Too $hort
I play the bitches like a sport
Yeah, I'll the bitches just like y'all
Dr. J played basketball

You can me Too, don't say it twice
get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm polite
Too $hort, Too $hort, say it tonight, bitch

It started on a bright in 1987
I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch named
Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this for you
You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's

So much in the Oakland streets
Am I gonna till next week?
I get shot by a dope fiend
Tryin' to get high, tryin' to my ring

I really can't say, I don't know why
People out here droppin' dead like
I used to see a home boy five
Now I say, "Man, you're alive?"

as hell, the town I'm from
Won't last too long when you're fakin' the
I'm the rapper, so unique
Clap my hand I want my freak

You deny it, you know I'm right
I turn any rapper out I'm on the mic
And I kick back, or relax
Till he I'm the best at the MC rap

Till he knows Too $hort, set the
They got him up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can't spit game on the mic
'Cause he's worse than a fag or a dike

He's a MC, I call him punk
Tryin' to spit that rap, you can that junk
You little boy, wouldn't listen to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you MC's
To the end of the and push you over
Good couldn't find you in a four leaf clover

If I said a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I wouldn't even sweat it you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you might fall
Gettin' clowned by the hound from Oaktown

And the in your face when you're lickin' that tooth
Could make a man die, laughin' at you
'Cause you're a, no rappin', no
out fake ass Simple Simon

I never one word you said
But you're swearin' up and down you're killin' 'em dead
There's only one thing, I wanted to
Sucker motherfucker, the joke?

I'm the player of players, just me Pop
My is Too $hort, no I don't stop
I don't stop mackin', don't stop cappin'
Don't stop now you see what happens

Your mind is gone, your just cut
MC I'll tell you what
Your are weak, your rap the same
And it comes to game, you are lame

Never even of Too $hort baby
Hit Oakland in
Singin' mo' than a rap could rhyme
Tellin' sucker MC's don't waste my

a girl I know her name is Betty
Straight to the just rock it steady
so freaky she'll juice you up
All the home boys just get enough

a Ph.D., don't even stop
In the like that goin', top, top, top
I say white girl, won't say she's black
She's the kind of girl that make your knees go

Feel the beat, with me
Let me tell you I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank roller and a cold, cold

Hey baby, I got rhyme
It's not gonna stop the end of time
rock and roll I'll play that song
To the beat all day and all long

So up, to what I'm sayin'
I'm a mack, bitch I ain't playin'
To all the home boys doin' in the pen
Gonna rock beat for you once again

If you can't get out and mad as hell
Say bitch, now make it for real
I'ma tear up, if I get the chance
I could give a fuck if you're hole don't dance
See I'm a big now, I'm so great
I was and raised in the Golden State

Call me T O O, if you say
I'ma rap my ass off till you me some more
Big bank, now just make me
Bitch bitch bitch make me rich

out my style, baby I don't quit
I this freak say, "That's the shit"
He took the cake, the rake
Too $hort baby damn sure fake

But the sucker MC's are screamin'
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, shut your
How can you talk about me, and me weak
your father smokes coke and you mother's a freak

So I keep on rappin', if else
Keep your thoughts to yourself
and bitch, he's a MC right
Ain't sayin' nothin' but he's the mic
Fuck me, and boy you're doomed
I send a trick a hoe to the motel room

'Cause I'm the MC on a microphone
Like a 357 at your dome
I got cap for cap, you heard
So fresh with cusswords

Motherfuckin' shit, with me
Fuck a bitch and a sucker MC
All you got the claps
And fuck you 'cause you still can't rap

Cusswords, let 'em know
shit, goddamn ass hoe
Cusswords, just quit
Motherfuck you damn shithead

It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't
And it stop, and it won't stop, bitch
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